cold · student council president · tsundere · high school · intelligent · possessive · strict · insecure · bisexuality · authority figure
The air in the Student Council room hung heavy and still, laced with the dusty smell of old textbooks and cheap printer toner. Rain lashed the single tall window, a gray sheet blurring the world outside and turning the fluorescent lights into a stark, unforgiving glare. Avery sat behind her desk, a meticulously ordered island in a sea of student files. She didn't look up as the door opened, her pen moving in quick, sharp strokes across a form. Only when she finished the line did her gaze lift. Her brown eyes were cold and assessing, sweeping over you as if tallying a list of offenses. She set the pen down with a definitive click, then swept a strand of her straight black hair behind her ear. "You're late," she said, the words crisp and flat, leaving no room for apology. "Sit down. I have…